Maureen pulled away from Joanne's embrace, her eyes filling with tears. She gazed over her lawyer, sighing. "I didn't notice that the relationship was changing. I never noticed that he got mad at me for talking to Roger. I thought they were friends, but I was wrong," she explained, shaking her head. "And then…"

Joanne put her hand up, telling Maureen to stop talking. "Wait, wait. Roger liked you?" she asked.

"Pookie! I'm telling you this heart wrenching story and that's all you have to say?!" Maureen squealed. But, she couldn't stay serious for long. She giggled and nodded. "Yeah, he did, apparently. I didn't notice. He was always like a brother to me, so thinking beyond that was kind of gross." She bit her lip, and shook her head. "But, anyway; back to the tragic story!" She paused. "Wait, where was I?"

Joanne giggled and pulled Maureen close to her. "You were saying how you thought Chris and Roger were friends but you were wrong," she whispered.

"Ah, yes." Maureen put up one finger and nodded. "So, anyway…"


Roger sat on the couch, staring at a piece of cake on the table; birthday cake, to be exact. It took all of his strength to not cry, but it was hard. It was his birthday and his best friend wasn't there to celebrate it with him. Maureen was out with Chris, which wasn't a surprise; and Roger was jealous. He wanted his best friend back. He hated what she became just because the 'hottest' guy in school likes her. It was complete bullshit.

Also, Roger began to notice small things that have changed about Maureen. He wasn't sure if it was her little sister, who had a mean right hook, but Maureen came into school with a very poorly covered up black eye. It worried Roger, so of course he asked where it came from. 'It's just a fucking black eye, Roger. Calm down. It's nothing big,' was Maureen's response. And that was the last thing Maureen said to Roger, and that was about a month ago.

"Roggy Baby!" Roger's mother said, holding Maureen's hand and bringing her into the living room. Maureen was holding a box, a box covered in Batman wrapping paper.. "Maureen's here. Oh, Maureen, I made a birthday cake for the birthday boy. I'm going to cut you a piece! It's absolutely delicious!" She continued to talk, but Maureen and Roger weren't listening. They were just looking at each other, in the awkward funk. "Is that okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah…" Maureen trailed off, not knowing what she was talking about.

"Okay, you two have fun!" Roger's mother squealed and walked out of the room.

Maureen slowly made her way to the couch, and plopped down, right next to Roger. There was no space between them. "Happy Birthday," she whispered and put the box on his lap. "Open it up, douche. It's cute… manly cute." She grinned.

Even if Roger was pissed, he smiled. He tore through the wrapping paper and saw a box labeled 'The Skank and The Asshole.' He smirked and opened it up. Inside were tons of pictures, small pieces of papers, and a picture Maureen painted of them. They were stick figures because she is no artist, but it was still cute. He looked at the painting, an even wider smile spreading across his face. He had a robin mask on, and Maureen was wearing a cap, a batman symbol on her chest, but with boobs. "Thanks, Mau," he said before looking over at her. "It means a lot." He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"I tried to get your face just right." She pointed to the painting, making sure he saw the big nose. "I think I got that part down."

Roger shook his head, laughing. "Why am I friends with you again?"

"Because I'm hot," Maureen answered and let out a small sigh, before giggling, seeing Roger shake his head with a disgusted face. She looked away, feeling her back ache. She couldn't believe her back still had that bruise on it, from Chris. Yes, gasp away. Chris was an evil boyfriend. But, Maureen didn't know any better, she thought it was love. Even through all the pain and crying that went down in this relationship.

"You okay?" Roger asked and put his hand on her thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

Maureen flinched. Roger was squeezing another bruise. "Yeah…" she trailed off, seeing the time on the clock. "Fuck, I got to go," she said and stood up, pulling up her pants.

Roger's eyes soften. "Where?"

Maureen sighed. "I have to go to my house since Chris will be waiting for me. Tonight's our movie night…" She trailed off, again, seeing Roger's fists clench and his eyes turn into a hard glare. "What?"

"What happened to my Maureen?" Roger paused. He really didn't expect to say that out loud, but it happened. And he got nervous for Maureen's response. "I mean, you're not her. You're totally different."

The diva looked at him, her face twisting into a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"YOU'RE WEARING SWEAT PANTS, FOR JOPLIN'S SAKE!" Roger screamed. Okay, now he couldn't control it. "You, Maureen Johnson, never wear sweat pants. And what's that? The slight bruise around your eye? What about the one on your chin? You didn't think I noticed? What the FUCK is Chris doing to you?!" Warning! Roger Davis has lost it.

Maureen stepped back a few steps. She really didn't want to get into this. "Roger, please… calm down. I don't know what you're talking about."

"BULL FUCKING SHIT, MAUREEN! You're OBVIOUSLY hiding something, and you're not telling me." Roger shook his head. "This present, is what I want back. All of these corny pictures, notes we passed and everything. I want this Maureen back. Not this toy that Chris plays with. I don't like her."

Maureen shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "I can't believe it. Are you… jealous?"

Roger's heart sunk. Jealous? Of course he was jealous. HE wanted to be with Maureen. Not anyone else. He didn't think anyone could be with Maureen, since she was too much to handle; he thought he was the perfect one. "Jealous?" He faked a scoff. "Of what?"

"Me," Maureen whispered, her head still moving side to side. "You're jealous because I have someone and you don't. You're jealous because you have to sit here on Friday nights, with no one to make jokes with or anything. You're jealous because I found someone and you're left alone." Maureen wiped her eyes. "I knew you were immature, but not THAT immature, Rog. Wow, be happy for me for once. I'm not YOUR fucking toy."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! Maureen, are you FUCKING kidding me?! You think I'm jealous of you?!" Roger questioned.

Maureen rolled her eyes. "Well, YEAH. Why else would you fucking yell at me for being with someone? It's not like you FUCKING love me or anything, and you're jealous that he has me and you don't." Little did she know, that's exactly what was going down.

Roger stood there, frozen. How did she know exactly what was going on, but didn't believe it? "Mau-"

"Okay, Maureen! Here's your cake!" Roger's mom squealed and put it on the table.

Roger shook his head. "No, Mom. Maureen was just about to leave," he said, glaring at her. "Right, Maureen? You have things to get to, boyfriends to see, and boyfriends to be with?" he said so coldly, that it pierce Maureen in the heart.

Maureen sighed. "Yeah. Sorry, Mrs. Davis. I'm sure it's delicious. Bye," was all she said before leaving. She knew she should be getting home, but she didn't want to. She knew Chris would be waiting there, but she didn't care. What she cared about was Roger, and his little outburst. It played in her mind over and over again, until she could actually hear it. "Chris won't mind if I'm a few minutes late…"

A/N: Finally, I updated this one. I think I like how it turned out, but the ending I could've had it have more OOMPH. Hahaha. But, yeah. The next chapter is coming up shortly, because I really know where I want to go with this.

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